The Winner Takes It All: Winning Back His Wife / In Her Rival's Arms / Royally Seduced. Melissa McClone

The Winner Takes It All: Winning Back His Wife / In Her Rival's Arms / Royally Seduced - Melissa  McClone


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pressure on the brain. Volcanoes weren’t safe places. Being a volcanologist had put Sarah in danger, but no serious injuries had resulted. Bumps, bruises, a few stitches. But this…

      Cullen dragged his hand through his hair. He was a doctor. He could handle this. “Any prognosis yet?”

      Hughes touched Cullen’s shoulder with the strength of a rescue leader and the compassion of a friend. “She’s in critical condition.”

      A snowball-size lump burned in his throat. While he’d been on the mountain saving a life, Sarah had been fighting for hers. Bitter-tasting regret coated his mouth. Oh-so-familiar guilt, too. He hadn’t been able to help Blaine. Cullen had to help Sarah.

      He couldn’t waste any more time. Sarah needed someone with her, and he was all she had.

      Cullen grabbed his pack. “I’ve got to get to Seattle.”

      Hughes touched his shoulder again. “Johnny Gearhart has a plane. Porter’s making arrangements. I’m going to drive you home in your truck so you can change and pack a bag, then we’ll get you there. ASAP. I promise.”

      A protest sat on the tip of Cullen’s tongue. He hadn’t lived in Hood Hamlet long, unlike several of these guys who’d grown up on the mountain. He’d climbed and drunk beer and watched sports on television with them, but he relied on himself and didn’t ask for help. He didn’t need help. But Sarah did. He swallowed the words he normally would have said and tried a new one instead. “Thanks.”

      “That’s what friends are for,” Hughes said. “Let’s go.”

      Cullen nodded once.

      “I’m in.” Paulson, carrying his gear, fell into step with them. “So Sarah…Is she family? Your sister?”

      “No,” Cullen said. “Sarah’s my wife.”

       Where am I?

      Sarah Purcell wanted to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt as if they’d been glued shut. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t open them.

       What was going on?

      Something pounded. It took her a minute—maybe longer—to realize the pounding was coming from her head. Maybe she shouldn’t try opening her eyes again.

      Her head wasn’t the only thing hurting. Even her toenails throbbed. But the pain was a dull ache as if it were far off in the distance. Much better than being up close and personal like a battering ram of pain pummeling her.

      She’d been hurting more. A whole lot more. This was…better.

      White. She’d been surrounded by white.

      Cold. She’d been so cold, but now she was warm. And dry. Hadn’t she been wet? And the air…It smelled different.

      Strange, but it felt as if something were sticking out of her nose.

      Beep. Beep. Beep.

      She didn’t recognize the noise, the frequency of the tone or the rhythm. But the consistent beat made her think of counting sheep. No reason to try opening her eyes again. Not when she could drift off to sleep.

      “Sarah.”

      The man’s voice sliced through the thick fog clouding her brain. His voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place him. Not surprising, given she had no idea where she was or why it was so dark or what the beeping might be.

      So many questions.

      She parted her lips to speak, to ask what was going on, but no words came out. Only a strangled, unnatural sound escaped her sandpaper-dry throat.

      Water. She needed water.

      “It’s okay, Sarah,” he said in a reassuring tone. “You’re going to be okay.”

      Glad he thought so. Whoever he might be.

      She wasn’t sure of anything. Something told her she should care more than she did, but her brain seemed to be taking a sabbatical.

      What had happened?

      Clouds had been moving in. A horrible noise had filled the air. Swooshing. Exploding. Cracking. The memory of the teethgrinding sound, worse than two cars colliding on the freeway, sent a shudder through her.

      A large hand covered hers. The warmth of the calloused, rough skin felt as familiar to Sarah as the voice had sounded. Was it the same person? She had no idea, but the touch comforted and soothed. Maybe now she could go back to sleep.

      “Her pulse increased.” Concern filled his voice. He seemed to be talking to someone else. “Her lips parted. She’s waking up.”

      Not her. He couldn’t mean her.

      Sarah wanted to sleep, not wake up.

      Someone touched her forehead. Not the same person still holding her hand. This one had smooth, cold skin. Clammy skin.

      “I don’t see a change,” another man said, a voice she didn’t recognize. “You’ve been here a long time. Take a break. Eat a decent meal. Sleep in a real bed. We’ll call if her condition changes.”

      The warm hand remained on hers. Squeezed. “I’m not leaving my wife.”

      Wife.

      The word seeped through her foggy mind until an image formed and sharpened. His eyes, as blue as the sky over Glacier Peak on a clear day, had made her feel like the only woman in the world. His smile, rare to appear but generous when it did, had warmed her heart and made her want to believe happy endings might be possible, even if she’d known deep in her heart of hearts they didn’t exist. His handsome face, with its high forehead, sculpted cheekbones, straight nose and dimpled chin, had haunted her dreams for the past year.

      Memories rushed forward, colliding and overlapping with each other, until one came into focus.

      Cullen.

      He was here.

      Warmth flowed through her like butter melting on a fresh-from-the-oven biscuit.

      He’d come for her. Finally.

      Urgency gripped Sarah. She wanted—no, needed—to see him to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

      But the heavy curtain, aka her eyelids, didn’t want to open. She struggled to move her fingers beneath his hand. It had to be Cullen’s hand, right? Nothing happened.

      A different machine beeped at a lower frequency. Another machine buzzed.

      Cullen.

      Sarah tried to speak again, but couldn’t. Whatever was stuck in her nose seemed to be down her throat, too. No matter. She was so thankful he was with her. She needed to tell him that. She wanted him to know how much…

      Wait a minute.

      Common sense sliced through the cotton clogging her brain.

      Cullen shouldn’t be here. He’d agreed divorce was the best option. He no longer lived in the same town, the same state as she did.

      So why was he here?

      Sarah forced her lips apart to ask, but no sound emerged. Her frustration grew.

      “See,” Cullen said. “Something’s going on.”

      “I stand corrected, Dr. Gray,” the other person said. “This is a very good sign.”

      “Sarah.”

      The anxiety in Cullen’s voice surprised her as much as the concern. She tried to reconcile what she was hearing. Tried and failed. She wanted to believe he cared about her and that even if they’d both given up on marriage, their time together hadn’t been so bad he’d wanted to forget about everything.

      Maybe if she could open her eyes a little she could let him know that.

      Sarah used every bit of


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